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When Great Columbus a discovery made
Of a New World in distant Climates spread
Behind a Scene of Seas, beneath a shade:
Unknown to Ages that did useless ly,
(He half creates that doth a Coast descry.)
The News with doubtful wonder was receiv'd,
Men list'ned out for what they scarce believ'd;
Would hear, tho' at the cost of being deceiv'd.
But when each day did with new Wonders swell,
And fresh discoveries did the truth reveal,
Mens Minds did rove to each far distant shore,
I' th' widened World their Souls extended more,
Confin'd within too narrow bounds before.
Yet for so great Attempts Columbus found
But some dark Stories, an uncertain Ground,
Some scatter'd Papers of a Sea-man, tost
By chance or Tempest on an unknown Coast.
Brave daring Soul! and sharp judicious Eye,
That at such distance could new Worlds descry!
And from such Hints the great Attempt durst try.
To thee th' old World doth her chief Treasures owe,
Whether the new one is oblig'd or no,
'Twould be too daring hopes to pleasure two.
Thy great Example may brave Spirits bind,
The same desire of knowledge swells the Mind,
And Curiosity is unconfin'd.
News is as welcome, and doth fly as fast,
As various too, as 't did in Ages past.
Nature has left for each succeeding Age,
Something that may their warm pursuit engage.
Something yet undiscover'd, that may be
Reward to Art, and Spur to Industry.

A new Discovery of a World is made,
Grounds of Belief more than Columbus had.
Ignoble Souls may sleep at home, the brave
And those that dare th' expected prize may have;
The yet concealed Treasures wide may ope,
And stretch their Conquests beyond bounds of hope.
In farthest Climes (for so my Charts advise)
But where not known, the New Atlantis lies,
The Pride of Earth, and Favourite of the Skies.
Secure as India lyes the blessed Isle,
E're cursed Spaniard press'd the Virgin Soil,
And did th' unstained Earth with gore defile.
E're he with arrogant Rage insulting stood,
Trampling upon th' unpittied suppliant Crowd,
And Romes Foundation once more laid in Blood.
Safe and untouch'd she prides in Native Joys,
Bless'd in her self doth foreign help despise,
Her self a World, that World a Paradise.
Fruitfulness crowns her bosom, Peace her head,
Elizean fields below, and Heaven above is spread.
Sweetly she sleeps, nor doth dread angry Fate,
She knows no fear, and so she knows no hate:
Her Virgin Breast no Strangers Love admits,
At once deaf to their Courtship and their Threats.
Oft do they storm, and oft do undermine,
Unwearied Valour do with cunning joyn;
Now show rank Malice, now pretended Love,
But guarded by an unseen Power above,
Like her own Cliffs she doth the Seas command;
Fix'd as the Rocks on which the World doth stand,
Undaunted doth the dreadful Prospect take,
And smiles upon the Waves that on her Basis break.

Her Wondrous Situation's yet unknown,
Whether i'th' torrid or the temperate Zone,
Whether i'th' unknown Southern Coasts she's laid,
Or i'th' Pacifick Sea her bosome's spread;
Whether she be the floting Isle of old,
Or Solomon's Ophir whence he fetch'd his Gold:
Or whether she i' th' middle Regions lyes,
An Entercourse between the Earth and Skies,
Where some wild Heads do place the seat of Paradice.
Or whether she be situate in the Star
That late appear'd in Cassiopeia's chair.
Few are the Charts of the Mysterious Land,
Few the Discoveries of the Antick strand:
Some few blest Chance hath cast upon the shore,
Few with design the hidden Coast explore.
Rude stories of the Mystick Land are made,
No Sea-marks seen, no guiding Isles are spread,
No certain Blasts or Trade-winds thither lead.

Wondrous the site, more wondrous yet the Soil,
The Creatures, Customs, and the Fruits oth' Isle;
Strange as Chimæras, and surprizing more
Than did the Rarities oth' Indian shore
When first admiring Europe saw the store.
Strange as th' Earth did to new made Adam look,
Or Heaven to' a Soul just into Glory took.
The fruitful Soil with living Palmes is set,
Which grow by storms, flourish beneath the weight:
The more they are depress'd the more they rise,
And lift their labouring Branches to the Skies,
O'er which a Pelican yet bleeding flies.
She and her Brood in holy Incense flame,
Love and are lov'd, and ever are the same,
A Love and tenderness that wants a Name.
A Warlike Off-spring fills the Region round,
For Loyal Courage and Devotion crown'd.
No need that Cadmus Serpents teeth should sow,
For armed men in every Furrow grow.
Her Off-springs bosoms her defence do boast,
Not Citadels and Forts, or foreign Host,
Even wooden Castles do secure her Coast.
Her sailing Ships the Oceans Breast do plow,
And fruitful Harvests from the Labour grow,
Each swelling Tyde the vast increase doth show.
A fairer Prospect than the watry Field,
Spread with Sargossa, to the Eye doth yield,
When flowry Plants thick set bedeck the Main,
And the deluded Eye believ't a Plain.
Perpetual Light doth o'er her borders shine,
Not borrow'd, but Æthereal and Divine.
While other Nations grope in shades of Night,
This Blessed Goshen ever hath a Light.
Wonders and Rarities the Land do bless,
Her Truths out-do the fabulous Lyes of Greece,
Without are golden Mines, within the Golden Fleece.

Here, if the Annals of the Place be true,
Which faithful Eyes with Care did lately view;
Down the dark Roads of long Antiquity,
Even from Times Cradle and first Infancy,
While other Nations under Rubbish lay,
No leading Clue to guide the untrack'd way,
Successive Kings this glorious Realm did sway.
A God-like Race, whose Line extends so high
They seem the Partners of Eternity.
And as the Sons of God, an heavenly Line
Once with mens Daughters did in marriage Joine,
And so a Warlike Valiant Issue made,
That o'er the World with boundless Empire sway'd:
The true Heroick stamp i' th' Composition laid.
So these to Neighbour Earthly Kings ally'd,
(As Heathen Gods oft chose a Mortal Bride)
Begot a Race in ancient Ages known
Gigantick Heroes, Men of high Renown,
The Pride of Earth and Heaven i' th' mixture thrown.
Thro' Times Abyss th' uninterrupted Line
With sparkling Steps and Characters doth shine
Brighter in every Age the lustre grows,
Accession of new Rays new Light compose.
So when the Sun breaks from th' Abyss of Night,
Each moment gives a more resplendent Light:
Brighter and brighter still the shades do clear,
Till the Sun's beauteous Chariot doth appear.
Each nearer Age new growth of Fame doth get,
Until in one Time's dispers'd Wonders met,
Do crown that Glorious Prince now fills the Throne,
As Stars united make a Constellation.
So spacious Nile whose secret Head's unknown,
Lost in vast Lakes, or Mountains of the Moon,
Great in his Extract, yet doth greater grow
By Tributary Streams that to him flow:
As by vast Realms his fruitful Waters glide,
The humbler Rivers all with comely pride
Mix with his mighty waves, and in the same
Do willingly lose their ignoble name;
Till swell'd too great for his vast Banks to hold,
With new supplies grown vigorous and bold,
O're the wide Land his rowling Waves are tost,
Which with Prolifick heat inrich the barren Coast.

Nor came the Glorys of his Line alone,
Him do all the united Virtues crown,
E're scatter'd did his Mighty Predecessors own.
One fam'd for Arts of Peace, and this for War,
Valour did this and Justice that prefer;
A single Virtue could a Monarch's Glory rear.
All things below an Infinite are poor,
And despicable is confined store.
Compar'd to him, alas, how low they fall,
They'r priz'd for single Vertues, He for all.
So the weak scatter'd Rays of doubtful Light,
While o'er the Chaos hung black shades of Night,
Mix'd with the Mass onely th' Abyss could show,
As Lightning makes the Night more dreadful grow;
Till rallying their united Rayes in one,
The distant parts into one Center run,
Did make that glorious Light we call the Sun.

Beneath this mighty Monarch's Princely shade
(The greatest Trust that e're on Man was laid)
An high-born Native Princess safely lyes,
Cæsar is her Defender, Heaven is His.
Humbly on Earth she makes her low aboad,
Heaven is her Right, there married to a God:
Pure is her Mind, and Beauteous is her Face,
Her look bespeaks an high Æthereal Race:
Ancient, yet Youth and Beauty still i'th' Prime,
As Seraphims that know not the decays of Time.
A charming Modesty dwells in her Eye,
Eternal Truth from her blest Lips doth fly,
And her extended Arms shew boundless Charity.
Plain, and yet rich, her comely Garments flow,
Rich in Intrinsick value, not in show,
Grave and severe, as modest Matrons use,
Not such as Strumpets to their Lust abuse:
No tawdry Gallantry, th' effects of Pride,
(Affected Garbs and Motions set aside)
No Paint nor Patches which lost Beauty hide.
Order and Symmetry each part doth show,
No Spots upon her Milk-white Face do grow,
Onely what bold-fac'd Lyes and Envy throw.
Lies that even Greece out-do, whose fruitful Brain
The Beauteous Heaven with monstrous Shapes did stain,
And fill'd with Beasts and Snakes th' Æthereal Plain.
Unshaken Loyalty her Breast doth fill,
No Jealousies can move 't, nor Injury kill.
Reviled and contemned, yet She's true,
And Vertue doth for Vertues sake pursue.
Rewards mean Souls may unto Actions train,
They'r truely generous, that great Deeds maintain,
No prospect laid of Interest and Gain.
When Rebels force at Majesty did aim,
And spurious Blood Inheritance did claim:
With Loyal Rage and Fury up She rose,
Expos'd her beauteous Bosom to her Foes:
Beauteous as Truth She rose, whose awful sight
Dispels the Mists of Error, Shades and Night,
And makes the Fiends betake themselves to flight.
Powerful as Heaven she rose, when all around
The Orbs with Martial Noises did rebound,
And th' Musick of the Sphears no more did sound.
When hostile Troops thro' frighted Sphears did haste,
And th' road to Heavens high Empyræum past,
When Michael o'er the conquer'd Rebels stood,
And Lucifer and all his Train sunk in the fiery flood.
Alone she rose, no friendly help was nigh,
Alone she did the doubtful Battel try,
And bore the Wounds were struck at Majesty.
Her Martial Sons stop'd Hells impetuous Course,
And her devout ones took even Heaven by force,
Brought humane help, and heavenly Aid call'd down,
Dispell'd the Foe, and doubly fix'd the Crown.
Loyalty is her Essence, Truth her Soul,
Fix'd as the Center, Constant as the Pole:
Party, Interest, or Humour, others move,
She true as th' Needle to the Pole doth prove,
As Heaven to Justice, or, as Saints to Love.

On an Eternal Rock her Seat is plac'd,
A Rock no Storms can move, no Time can wast,
But will beyond the Worlds foundation last,
Olympus like, whose feet on Earth do tread,
But rears above the Clouds his lofty Head,
Fenc'd round by humane Laws, and Laws Divine,
(United Forces for her safety join)
Cæsar with God doth her Protection share;
Guarded by Heaven above, and his Vicegerent here,
Dæmons and Fiends, Heavens Armys do oppose,
And Cæsar Men malicious as those.
Both wish her Ruine, at her Bliss repine,
Both forc'd with shame to quit the curs'd Design,
Here under God's and his Vicegerent's wing
Safely she doth her Makers praises sing.
Offers up holy Incence every day,
While Seraphims assist as she doth pray,
And sweetly steal the spoken Word away:
And Raptur'd with the Prayers, thence notes do take
To sweeten the next Halelujahs they must make.
And sacred Silence and Delight put on,
To see themselves or equall'd or out-done.
Legions of Angels on her Votes attend,
Ten thousand Legions do her Seat defend,
With flaming Swords keep off her Enemies,
As once a Cherubim defended Paradice.
Yet not her Beauty or her Innocence
Against malicious Foes could be defence,
The Butt of Envy still is Excellence.
For not Heavens height or ever-waking Eyes
Or glory can secur't from Enemies.

A Foreign Princess, whose malicious Spight
With lawless Claim doth grasp at others Right;
Unhinges Kingdoms under Safety's name,
Throws wildly the contentious Ball of Fame,
And fires the World to warm her at the flame;
With blood-shot Eyes her greedy Jaws do's ope,
And her already hath devour'd in hope:
So t' a remorsless Rock Andromeda
With rigid Chains was ty'd a Monster's prey.
With dreadful cryes the hungry Beast drew nigh,
Bore foaming Seas before him to the Sky,
Stretch'd his wide Jaws the Beauteous prize to tear,
But Perseus and Medusas head was near.

Low her Design's, and yet from Heaven her Birth:
High Claim, and yet too near ally'd to Earth,
Once she in Heavens first Rank of Favour stood,
Pure as the Light, and as a Cherub good.
Heaven o're her head Indulgent blessings strow'd,
A Guard of Angels for her Aid allow'd,
But cursed Satan mixed with the Crowd.
They wing'd her Mind with high Æthereal Fires,
He sunk it with Terrestrial desires:
Too fatal are the Charms the World inspires.
Happy, thrice happy, had she never fell,
Or had been, what she vaunts, Infallible.
Ambition (if that name we may it call
Which doth from high to low Employments fall)
First sunk her down: desire of humane Power
Blemish'd the right she had Divine before,
And every weight of that still sunk her lower:
Loaded with Vanity, the Scale that rose
The other from its Empire did depose.
Adam more nobly fell, his lofty Mind
At great Acts and Divinity design'd,
She from sublime to sordid deeds declin'd.
Such Beings Philosophick heads relate
Of heavenly stamp; when weary of their state,
Tir'd with reiterated Joys they grow,
And long to prove untasted Bliss below.
The nearer their low Course to Earth doth lead,
Farther they from their Pristine glory do recede,
Baser and baser grow th' Ignoble Minds,
Till they degenerate into other kinds.

The Basis of her heavenly power sunk down,
And wanting ground for her new gotten one,
From Truth, the Fountain of great Deeds, she flies,
And basely sinks to Humane Policies.
Instead of that which casts a radiant Light,
She tricks Impostures up to please the sight.
God, once her Guard, secur'd her heavenly right,
Under his Banner safely she did fight,
And put her furious Enemies to flight.
Right hath Heavens Warrant, but ill gotten Power
Arts, Policies, and Stratagems secure.
Truth needs no shapes nor helps, a Native awe
And Reverence it from open Foes doth draw.
A genuine look and Beauty right imparts,
But Fraud and Falshood need a thousand Arts.
Right wanting, she to Cruelty descends,
Her usurp'd Power by Hostile means defends,
And th' erring World with Fire and Sword amends.

Guilt leaves an haggish fear that haunts the mind,
Fear trembling looks for what it would not find,
Fear goes before, and bloody Cruelty behind.
So Adam, while in Innocence he stood,
He lowly was ador'd by th' gazing Crowd;
A Sacred awe each humble bosom sway'd,
His God-like Miene with reverent fear was paid,
They lov'd and fear'd, and willingly obey'd.
But when Rebellion in his Mind did live,
And he for God's Prerogative did strive;
The cursed Venom through the World did fly,
Man did his Maker, Beasts did Man defie.
And th' remnants of lost power that yet remain,
Man not by Nature but by Art doth gain,
By Wit, by Industry, and cruel pain.

Wisdom to Truth and Honesty's ally'd,
Cunning to falshood and deceit is ty'd,
Cunning, a left hand Wisdom, hath lost power supply'd.
Great States by open force make way, the small
Do to Alliances and Treaties fall;
Sly Policy, where Force doth fail, can gain,
As wild Beasts are by Traps and Pitfalls ta'ne.
Shame lost, base ways are us'd, so violent's grown
The scorching thirst of wide Dominion.
To every Passion there's Incentives laid,
Blandishments to each Humour are display'd,
And various Tunes on various strings are play'd.
Each Weakness, Imperfection, and Disease,
That on the Body or the Mind do seize,
Gratification find and pleasing ease.
From highest flights of the aspiring Mind,
To th' low effects of hypocondriack Wind,
Unbridled Riot and tame abstinence,
Implicit folly and exalted sense;
Th' Extreams of every Passion, stretch'd as wide
As Lust or Rage can do't, are gratify'd.
As tho' the Faith of Heathen Rome remain'd,
And for each Vice in Heaven a Patron reign'd.

High place and Dignities th' Ambitious move,
The Melancholy may a Convent love;
High tow'ring Spirits are for business fit,
And Solitudes the creeping Souls delight;
Obedience with the humble Mind doth suit,
And Peremptory Sway the Resolute:
Loud Miracles the credulous do call,
And Aery Visions the Phantastical.
The Practick Minds may in State Matters dive,
In hidden knowledge the Contemplative;
Ostentous Pomp the simple mind doth please,
Heavy and restive Bodies constant ease;
Nor endless shows and Ceremonies want
The Superstitious and Ignorant.
Lust gets Divorces at an easie rate,
And can Incestuous Broods legitimate:
Lyars Equivocation may allow,
The Rash a Dispensation of their Vow:
Indulgences and Jubilees do suit
Th' Incorrigible and the Dissolute.
All that their Fame or their Content have lost,
Have in Ambition or in Love been crost;
All whom Guilt dogs, or Nemesis pursues,
May shelters here and Sanctuaries chuse.
Nor for Devotion to their Altars fly,
But undeserv'd Protection: as tho' she
That first at Romulus Asylum liv'd,
Hath by th' same Arts and Instruments surviv'd,
And ever since by Malefactors thriv'd.
These and a thousand Mystick Rites beside,
Nor by Gymnosophist nor Brachman try'd,
Found the Chymerical Dominion
That's grounded in Opinion alone:
Remove Implicit Faith, the Structure all falls down.

Beauteous far off her gawdy Pageants seem,
For ostentation made, and vile esteem.
Rich at a distance, they their Plumes display,
But to near Eyes their Poverty betray,
Onely with Paint, with Gilt and Varnish gay.
Distance her Friend, that Lies and Cheats doth vent,
Can wild Impostures with Advantage paint,
But seldom Truth doth fairly represent.
Doth various Objects in one Mass confound,
(As all things at a distance do seem round)
Deformity and wrinkles doth make fair,
And shows things as they seem, not as they are.

Ancient she's granted; but like Ovid's Dame,
That endless Life o'th' lustful God did claim:
But lasting Youth forgot t' insert; too late,
Tir'd with old Age, bewayl'd her luckless Fate.
She doth no blessing of old Age retain,
The Inconveniencies alone remain.
Dotage, the Vice of ancient years, delights
In trifling Follies and in childish sights;
In outside Pomp and empty Pageantry,
In Paint and Varnish that attract the Eye.
Credulity each open Cheat doth own,
And greedily Impostures doth drink down,
Listens to' each Fabulous Legend, every story
Of Relicks, Exorcisms, and Purgatory;
Of Fairy Elves and Goblins, wakeful Sprights
That rouze the drowsie Monks to Beads at Nights;
Of Beasts converted at an Abbot's Prayer,
And holy Nunns appearing in the Air;
Of Virgins Milk, and still renewing blood;
Wonder's o'th' Mass, and of the sacred Rood.
Of Images that speak, lament and weep:
Of Wounds by Angels given to Saints asleep.
Of Prophesies and Works of th' holy Maid,
And all the Tricks were e're on Jetzer plaid.
The wildest Ravings are by her receiv'd,
And she'd have all she doth invent believ'd.
Laugh'd at and scorn'd she doth her thread pursue.
(For Old Age to Tautology is true)
Baffled, contemn'd, a bold Face doth put on,
And tires with Nauseous Repetition.
Forsook of Native Beauty, she by Art,
By Paint and Dress a forc'd one doth impart.
Doth loudly brag of what she long hath lost,
And doth of Fame in former Ages boast
Her self to others Beauty but a foile,
She what she cannot equal doth defile,
As old-cast Beauties young ones do revile.
Reason and Sence with Laughter she forsakes,
And, what she doth not own, from others takes.
(The fate of Age) she robbed of her sight,
Perswades the rest o' th' World to love the Night;
Blindfolds the stumbling Crowds, and then replies
The way to see is to put out their Eyes.
The holy Precepts of her early Youth,
And shining Tracts and Paths of Sacred Truth
Untrod, in long successive Times are grown
The Seats of Monsters and of Desolation.
Forgot (for such Misfortunes Age doth own,)
Or mix'd with Childish Rites debas'd they'r grown,
Th' Extreames of Age and Childhood met in one.
Yet much of Truth beneath the Rubbish lies,
And real Worth beneath the Fopperies.
Could she her Silver from her Dross refine,
The rust of Age and worldly Taint decline,
How glorious would the polish'd Diamond shine.
Too good for Hell, and yet too base for Glory,
Not purely Truth, and yet not all a Story,
A mixt Religion fitting Purgatory.
Beside these two, to neither yet ally'd,
Not real Friends or Foes to either side;
But who do by success of each their Actions guide,
A mungrel Race doth dwell, such Africk sees,
When the mix'd Herd from burning Deserts flies
To cool their Thirst at shady Fountains; grown
From a Promiscuous Copulation.
From different mixtures different Natures rise,
A double heart, a changeable disguise.
Now they the Wolfe, and now the Boar put on,
And now the cunning of the Fox is shown.
The true Samaritans, who when the Fame
Of Sion did exalt Judæa's Name,
Did kindred claim, did i' th' Alliance pride,
But when her Glory found an ebbing tide,
Did with th' invading conquering Heathen side.
Discord their various Nature doth put on,
As mixtures make a Fermentation.
Restless they move, their own and others curse,
Cadmæan race, that endless quarrels nurse:
Ignorant of their Extraction, all they hate,
With the same Fury Friends and Foes do bait:
With bloody Rage their Brethren they pursue,
And in their Parents blood their hands imbrue.
So Janizaries do unnatural grow,
To their own Parents the most mischief do;
So the Lycisca is the Wolfs worst Foe.
These, and a numerous Spawn of lesser fame,
To which Heavens Nomenclator ne're gave name,
Beneath great Cæsar's Princely shadow stood,
Cæsar renown'd, beneficent and good.
All do the common good his Favour share,
Fenc'd by his Word, and bulwark'd by his Care;
As Insects in the Sun-beams sing and play,
And obscene Beasts are bred from Phœbus golden Ray.
Beasts have Heavens general Protection,
Enjoy the common use of Light and Sun,
But Men and Angels are admitted near his Throne.

The Native Princess in her genuine right,
Envying none, but ravish'd in delight
In Joyes not to be blasted by malicious sight,
From Rapine free, ignorant of Martial Art,
Was ever upon the Defensive part.
The Foreign Princess with an envious Eye
Bless'd Canaan view'd, and fain would Battel try,
But Cæsar had forbad Hostility.
From open violence barr'd by great command
She kept the Peace, but yet with Arms in Hand.
So doth the hungry Wolf behold his Prey,
Bounds, and with eager haste devours the way,
But th' Lion seen makes an astonish'd stay,
Summons her Troops, hoping e're long she might
Have some pretence to ease her ranker'd spight:
That Time, which she had by Experience known
To have remov'd her own Foundation,
Her Enemies Forts might undermine or batter down.
At least she hop'd, when open force did fail,
To win by fraud what she durst not assail.

They all approach and yet unseen draw nigh,
Invisible to every common Eye,
Till mystick Charms and many a secret rite
Hath clear'd the scales, and purifi'd the sight.
Now deep in shades below the Moles do lurk,
In secret Caves forge out the destin'd work:
So low, they by the Counsel may be led,
If of no other Beings, yet o' th' dead.
Sometimes they'r hid beneath a specious Flow'r,
And while they do attract the Snakes devour;
With gawdy looks and pleasing baits betray,
And dart from far upon the cheated prey.
From secret Holts and Cells the Javelins fly
Ignobly still in Ambushments they ly,
And dare not bravely face the Enemy.
Behind they stab, or else surprize i'th' Night,
For as Truth loves, so falshood hates the Light.
Strange and amazing is their Form and Mien,
Their Orders, Rites, Habits and Discipline.
'Twas thought an host of wild Barbarians rose
Purposely horrid, to affright their Foes:
Or that Cambyses brought his shatter'd Host,
Pick'd stragling up from every distant Coast,
And from a thousand Realms and Lands ingrost.
Or Hannibal's confused Troops were come,
Of various hues and shapes to change the doom,
Not to demolish, but to set up Rome.
Some from their various Mimick actions thought
They were a Race of Apes and Monkeys got:
As once the Spaniards did the Indians blot.
Some thought that conquer'd India sent her store,
And by oppressive Spain of Treasure poor,
Ransack'd the Andes and Vales, had rob'd each Coast,
And from the different Monsters made the Host;
Sent each dire Savage that e're wildly ran
Twixt farthest Northern Frith and Straights of Megallan.
Some thin and meager upon Air do dine:
Others full fed, like the plump God of Wine.
Some in deep Cells horrid and meager grow,
Like luckless Dæmons of the Mines below,
Whose dire appearance doth the damp foreshow.
Some like the God of Youth are fresh and gay,
Dance in the Sun-beams, frolick all the Day,
And their swell'd necks and pamper'd sides display.
So wide their Lives, distant their Looks do show,
They seem besides themselves to need no Foe.
Hard Fate! no shelter from their Fury's found
That walk in mists, and burrow under ground.
No Shibboleth their Treachery can defeat
That have their Salvo to Equivocate:
Nor Spies from those the Avenues can keep,
That in such various Names and Shapes do creep.

The World before ne're such an Empire saw,
Or to the Field did such an Army draw;
That claims a Right to every Prince's State,
And Monarch's can depose, or can create:
With secret Chains their Subjects Conscience binds,
And lays inchanted Fetters on their Minds.
A Monarchs Throne can without fighting shake,
By private scrues the firm foundation break;
As hidden Vapors do the Earthquakes make.
Grows rich; yet without watching, care, or pain:
Fights, yet with Hosts that others do maintain;
Makes Paper shields and Pens the Sword controul,
And makes Geese once more save the Capitol.
Amply rewards; yet doth not poorer grow;
For others Wealth who freely won't bestow?
Unwearied Bees, who from each flower do drain,
From others Follies from their Sins do gain,
And Honey from each poysonous Simple strain.
Numerous from far the growing Troops appear,
And where the Sight is terminated, there
Still swelling numbers rise; so could we see
The Cave whence th' race of Infant Time doth fly;
The Scheme of Hatching Days; how all along
The endless Off-spring to the Birth-place throng:
Unlike in Colour, Habit, Face, and Miene;
Monstrous and strange that little seem a kin.
Some days would foul appear with Clouds o'recast,
Some smiling fair the storms all overpast:
Some with Misfortunes chequer'd o're, and some
A monstrous Mass of all deform'd would come.
Such Troops, but more alike doth Africk breed,
When Caterpillers do the Ground o'respread,
And upon every thing that's green do feed.
With unrestrained Fury all devour,
And Desert leave what was a Paradice before.
Dreadful their Numbers, nor less resolute,
Prompt to Obedience, swift to execute.
Desperate in all Attempts, devoid of fear,
They leap o're Rocks, and through dread Tempests steer.
Out-do Romes Ancient Heroes, who their Line
Did sacrifice unto their Discipline.
Witness it the two Henries, whose dear Life
Fell Victims to their consecrated Knife.
Witness it the bless'd Souls late trampled down
Doom'd by their Rage or their Ambition.

The foreign Princess over-look'd the show,
But something sullen sate upon her Brow.
Whether hopes long defer'd had made her sick,
Or disappointments touch'd her to the quick;
Or that her presence aw'd, and she did fear
They'd not so freely speak if she was there;
Or that she with the long Fatigue was tir'd,
She call'd a Council, and in state retir'd.
The summons soon were nois'd, the Members met,
And th' heads of every Order in the Junto set.
The President (such 'twas his right to be
When desperate Ills must desperate Counsels try
His Order form'd t' uphold the tott'ring See)
Was writ in bloody Characters of Fame,
Yet had his Title from the holiest Name.
Fierce in his Look, and savage in his Mind,
To Wars, to Cruelty and Rage inclin'd:
With fiery Eye-balls on the Prey did look,
Vented his Spleen, and thus the silence broke.